Wang Yan was already in the best state at this time, in fact, he was strong, even if there were three monk clones, but Wang Yan was not afraid at all, or ignored it.

"I'm just wondering where my limits are, and you've done your best. Wang Yan patted his body, and the method was to remove the dust.

The three monk clones were obviously angered by Wang Yan's behavior at this time, and the three of them spoke at the same time like mirrors, and even their expressions were the same: "Boy, you are indeed not simple, but you are too arrogant." ”

At this time, the remaining two monks who had fallen to the ground were actually recovering at a speed that was visible to the naked eye, and their chests, which had been collapsed by Wang Yan, had recovered, and they could even hear the sound of ribs. After a while, the two monks became like the other three, as if they had not received the slightest scar.

Wang Yan was shocked, but he didn't believe that this was the strength of the gray-clothed monk, it must be some kind of power in this pagoda.

"If you can't beat me, do you have to use external force?" Wang Yan looked at the five monks jokingly, with his hands on his waist, and he was about to start brushing his mouth, if this monk wanted to use the pagoda to fight with him, there was no need to fight at all. Unless you can break the stupa yourself.

This is originally my strength, and for the sake of fairness, I suppressed my strength to the same level as you. However, ant fights are not boring, maybe more interesting, if you can borrow my next supernatural power, I will let you go to the next level. The five gray-clothed monks said the same thing, with the same playful expressions on their faces, and their eyes stared at Wang Yan in unison, as if they were really looking at ants.

Wang Yan sneered, this is also interesting for the monk, it was his strongest move before, and now he has the strongest move, but Wang Yan resolutely pulled out the evil at this time, and integrated the true dragon breath into the sword body, after all, the monk does not speak, where can I be a mortal closing earbud.

Seeing this, the five gray-clothed monks nodded silently, obviously expressing their approval of Wang Yan, and secretly said in their hearts: This kid is good.

I saw that the five gray-clothed monks suddenly emitted a dazzling light, which was previously a golden light shining like the sun, and turned red in a short instant, Wang Yanxin was protected by the breath of a true dragon, and his eyesight and tolerance for light were also much greater than those of the same realm. Even then, he could barely open it, and all he could see was white.

Wang Yan couldn't help but scold[ www.biquku.biz]: "Is this your strongest move? It's really blinding my titanium alloy true dragon eye!"

After the white color at this time, the five monks had already merged into one, but when they heard Wang Yan's praise, they couldn't help but feel a burst of pride in their hearts.

"Boy, it's useless to shoot the sycophants of our monks! Take it, five Buddhas and one finger!" This piece of white is actually too strong for the light emitted by the birth of the supernatural power, so Wang Yan couldn't see it at all before, and when he opened his eyes, there was only a piece of white, but now after a little adaptation, Wang Yan can roughly see a gray silhouette. That's right, the five monks are reunited, and a finger is about to be pointed out. Wang Yan scolded secretly, sure enough, the monks didn't say anything, where is this trick only has the effect of brightening the blind titanium alloy longan, and the real killing move is estimated to be this finger.

There is no place to hide, saying that it is too late and that is fast, and there is no room for half a minute of thinking, Wang Yan directly gathered the breath of his whole body into the Upper Evil Sword, and in an instant, Wang Yan's face was pale, beads of sweat were like mung beans, and with the last trace of strength, he sacrificed the Upper Evil Sword.

At this time, Wang Yan could only hope that the Evil Sword would not let him down!

As soon as the Upper Evil Sword was sent, it turned into more than ten meters high, and fiercely pierced the sword body to a depth of five or six meters on the ground.

One second it was like being frozen, and the next second it was back to reality, only to see the five Buddhas of the supernatural power as the real Buddha fingers, as visible as the substance, the whole body emitted a dazzling gold, comparable to a thousand-year-old tree, even if the evil sword was infused with the true dragon qi and aura by Wang Yan, it seemed that it was not enough to see at all.

"It's really a pity, if you can't bear this trick, you will definitely be scattered, and my Buddha is compassionate. The gray-clothed monk who sacrificed this magic power looked stunned, and suddenly remembered something. It may be that I haven't used it for too many years, and I have lost my temper, and it seems that I still have to meditate, and I haven't changed my temper for thousands of years in the pagoda. At this time, he suddenly felt a sense of loss, if he really destroyed this kid, he would also be expelled from the pagoda, and what was waiting for him would be the enemy's sword and sword.

The Upper Evil Sword seemed to feel threatened, desperately absorbing and transforming the true dragon's qi, and its volume continued to grow, stretching the ground several meters wide, almost approaching fifty meters high, but it still did not stop getting bigger.

Wang Yan didn't have half the strength at this time, and looked at the evil sword that was constantly growing up by himself and fell into deep thought, the evil sword has a sense of crisis, that is to say, maybe the evil sword has his own consciousness?

"Boom" A loud bang exploded on the eighth floor, Wang Yan didn't know that the outside world had exploded, and the pagoda actually shook, which had never happened before, and a ray ......of light emanated from the eighth layer and spread out in all directions. This layer of light seems to be unstoppable, and when it passes through the mountains, it illuminates the earth. Ordinary and ordinary monks were attracted by this light, and the golden color sprinkled all over the earth and covered the sky, something that had not been seen since ancient times.

But in some places, what the real powerful monk noticed was not this light, but a power that ordinary people could not feel.

At the top of a certain mountain, a tall, dead old tree was entwined with endless white whiskers, and under the tree sat an old man, who was obviously his. He opened his eyes, stared at the golden light in the mountains, his eyes seemed to see the source, and said in a half-loud voice: "It's been more than a thousand years, and this wild monk still wants to break the confinement of the pagoda, and he is really uneducated." ”

The old man looked up at the dead old tree, and tried to stand up, but there was a wind at this time, and the hanging old tree shook its fingers, and the old man's white whiskers pulled the flesh and cried out in pain.

At this time, inside the eighth layer of the pagoda, a huge Upper Evil Sword seemed to be about to pierce the entire space, and it had risen to the size of a Buddha's finger, and finally stopped growing larger. And the Buddha finger seems to be starting to weaken. Something subtle seems to be happening.

The Upper Evil Sword began to crack, and cracks continued to spread on the sword body, and the iron sheets of several meters in size, or even more than ten meters in size, continued to fall off.

The gray monk said secretly: It's over, this sword can't hold it. The pagoda wants to punish me, and the enemy wants to kill me! It's over, it's over! I've been hiding for a thousand years and I'm going to die...... Buddha, save me!

The gray monk knelt on the ground crying, completely lacking the slightest bit of domineering and dignity to talk about before. But Wang Yan didn't pay attention to all this.

Wang Yan felt that the Upper Evil Sword seemed to be changing, and he could feel that Qin Chu could feel that the Upper Evil Sword seemed to be devouring or making a breakthrough with the help of the power of this Buddha's supernatural power.

Wang Yan's eyes widened, even though the white color here filled the entire space, and the field of vision that could be observed was extremely poor, but he could vaguely see that under the white iron sheet, the real sword body of the evil sword was actually black, and there were some golden runes wrapped around the sword body.

Wang Yan has some expectations, perhaps, this is the real evil sword.